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Moving On
Have you ever had a longing inside to reach back and touch yesterday? To reacquaint and reunite with people and places of your past? I have. Have you ever started a quest that felt like a dream at first, with hopes of becoming one of the most beautiful projects of your life? I have. I called it my connectivity quest, and there have been some rich experiences. I once reached a place so nostalgic, so beautiful and captivating, that it was difficult to depart. I got comfortable, felt safe and secure, soothing and warm; I felt the loving embrace of peace and a level of freedom unlike any before. Although from the start I knew that I could not stay; still, I felt no need or desire to rush. Although It was a sweet place of rest, reflection, and renewal; in my heart, I knew that it was not my place of destiny. For a season my heart was stuck in neutral; my soul wanted to park; and every part of this place had my name on it. And so, from my camp of tranquility, from my haven of rest, from my playground of ‘remember when’s’, I arose and moved on. Moving on was not a 'want to' move but a 'had to' one. Though reluctantly, I too, like cowboys of old after a cup of coffee, heard the sound of someone yelling out to me, “Head Em Up! Move Em Out! Rawhide!” PSContest07312017, Let It Be, Catie Lindsey
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